Sunday, March 24, 2013

elemental

No. It isn't metal, although it definitely tastes like it.
It's earth, speaking Chinese.
It's spleen.
It's worrying.
It's stuck in overanalysing minor details.

Apparently, I need to sing and be open.
Yeah.


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4 comments:

  1. Unknown25 March, 2013 01:09

    I hear ya, sister! But I think you'll open much better with LESS pliers and MORE chocolate.... :)

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  2. robin cox walsh25 March, 2013 03:44

    Must be Mercury in retrograde or something! Eveybody is feeling punk lately.
    (Great plier sketch!)

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  3. Annemarie26 March, 2013 14:43

    Are you coming over for the sketchcrawl? In the library this time :-) Sorry I look outside and see the sun and feel like drawing in a library :-) :-)

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  4. Koosje Koene25 April, 2013 10:24

    Whoa! Russian ultramarine is gorgeous!
    Such a poetic piece of writing - I hope you can use the pliers to crack things open while singing!

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